Cinquain #6

Old man fine lines of age threading their way around corners of his eyes, break into a smile.

Cinquain #5

Mountains with crests of snow look somber and sleepy as mists of dawn creep slow.

Cinquain #4

Scrawny cats gather close. A bevy of them meet on the gravel sand discussing conquests.

Cinquain #3

I learned to watch the sands of shifting friendships sink like tides that ebb and flow with wind pushing.

Cinquain #2

Her voice a cruel thrust plunged deep into his mind. Cold shivers made a ladder of his spine.

Cinquain #1

Light spills breaking shadows weaves a patchwork of hues painter’s dreamscape etched into his palette

A Little Poem

A little poem for you, my child Do take a chair and listen Once I saw an Artic seal That, wet, did not have time to glisten Another day I spied a mouse Buying hammers to build a house

22. Sold Out

...so far: Alan's still struggling to write his masterpiece, Lemon's spent some of his winnings on a new house, Billy's been served with a notice that the Hippodrome's up for auction.

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